She quickly unzipped and unbuttoned her beige pantsuit's bottom and let it fall, yanked down her tan thong panties, and sat on the toilet as a large log slipped speedily out of her little anal rosette and her usual strong stream flowed plenteously from her light hair-hidden peehole.
Finally, realizing that if flushed the toilet again, she would have a floor flood with floating pieces of shit all over, she quietly put down the cover and washed her hands, sprayed the area with the available can of Lysol spray (for whatever good that would do with the turds still in the bowl) and then returned to the meeting as if nothing were amiss.

"I love you, Eleanor," Jackson said with feeling, "and I want to take you away from here so you can forget all the awful stuff." He nuzzled close to her and then moved down between her nether cheeks and applied what she now knew was a highly talented tongue to her other opening, the tiny rosette which she herself had found herself playing with when her vulva had been—incapacitated.
She knew that the cane would get good use from them both, because while it was clear Jack had accepted the full measure of the Republic's values, and wanted a wife who would show her full authority over him, she understood even more than her own punishment had left her also needing to feel the same stinging kiss on her own bare bottom.

"So as a good mother-in-law," Kendall persisted, "I decided that even at 25, some girls still need good, old-fashioned toilet training." Elizabeth blushed deeply as she heard those words but she also felt her panties getting wet with uncontrollable excitement at the humiliation she was about to undergo.
"Now, Beth," she said as she turned to Elizabeth, "stand up, lift your skirt, lower your panties, and then bend over and hold your bottom cheeks well apart." There were gasps from the ladies at this horridly embarrassing order but also a few whoops and cheers from the younger women who were as rich and spoiled as Kendall.

Deirdre took the little soft whip and quietly positioned in down beneath Laura's split and without warning, snapped it with some authority right into the open cleft that Laura had made as she held her own labia apart.
"You know, Laura, that naughty girls are not permitted breaks for that purpose once the discipline has begun, so you will have to hold it, I'm afraid," Deirdre said in her firmest tone, anxiously hoping that her niece would lose control and that the colleagues would witness her releasing her pee stream down on the floor.
"I think that is enough," Deirdre said calmingly, as she first wiped Laura as one would a small child who has lost urinary control out of fear, and then bade Laura to stand, retrieve her knickers and let her skirt down.

Karen proceeded to assert her dominance and soon Malinda found herself over her stepmoms lap with panties down and being spanked as if she were a far younger mischievous girl.
Malinda felt shamed by having her stepmom watch as the girl excreted large movements into the pee at the base of the bowl with a splash.
As Karen applied harsh slaps alternately to each cheek, Malinda heard her stepmom's pee hit the toilet bowl water followed by the plop of Karen 's excreting her shit.
Karen secretly wanted Dennis to fuck his daughter but had been reconciled to limiting Malinda's involvement in their bedroom to this après-sex clean-up.
Soon after they both came yet again, Malinda felt Karen's insinuating finger penetrate the stepdaughter's virgin anal opening.

Karen, a lithe 42-year-old blonde, exercised authority in the household over her 25-year-old stepdaughter after marrying Malinda's father, Dennis, who was 20 years older than his new wife and cared only about the hot sex he was having in bed with her whenever he felt the urge.
Then Malinda was surprised when Karen took her into her bedroom, told her to take off her panties and presented her with what looked like a tight pair of Spanx control underpants.
"I find that these help you feel in control during your period," Karen told her, "so I want you to wear them." Malinda stated to protest but stopped herself: she knew by now that it was dangerous to argue with her stepmother.

I was expecting a friend who comes from time to time to take a drink, we are very open and she knows that I like women a bit provocative and dominant but I will remember that visit for a long time.
She watches me struggle with my phone and suddenly something incredible happens.
I look around to see where it comes from and I notice that she has a weird expression.
I didn't know what to say, she continued the conversation all by herself asking me what was wrong with a little amused look.
I used nearly all the roll to clean her properly and when she left I sat in the middle of the mess.